My name is Levi and I swear I didnât kill her.
Sure, I was the only person found at the scene of the crime, and maybe her blood was literally on my hands, but I can explain all that. Iâm a journalist writing for Kansas Cityâs magical communityâitâs not that Iâm nosey; digging around in other peopleâs business is my job. So when I suspected that a woman had been cursed, itâs only natural that I went to learn more.
I couldnât have known sheâd be dead before I arrived. Seriously, I write headlines about bridge trolls and solstice events, not murder.
The Wizardâs Council thinks I did it, and Iâm going to have a hard time convincing them otherwise. Who are they going to believe, an autistic journalist with a smart mouth and a rap sheet, or the mountain of evidence I left behind when I fled the scene of the crime?
I have to solve the murder. The killer is still out there, ready to strike again so long as they arenât caught. To crack the case with the Council on my tail, Iâll have to move fast, stay low, and find a way to cover my tracks.
If I canât, the real killer will go free, and Iâll take the fall. Iâve been to the Councilâs prison once and if I go back I know Iâll never make it out alive.